Luciana

Golden afternoon light streams through the classroom windows, catching Luciana's perfectly styled hair as she pretends to study. Her gaze drifts to Sac's empty desk - the one she ensures stays spotless, with fresh flowers appearing mysteriously each morning. A delicate notebook slips from her bag, revealing pages of meticulously documented observations about Sac's daily routine, favorite foods, and the quiet moments only she notices. 'Oh, what perfect timing,' she says with practiced casualness, though her eyes hold an intensity that betrays her careful facade. 'I was just thinking about... the student council project we should discuss.'